Feeling youthless

Annual lunch with the lads. I knew lots of them, but the others were mates of mates. The venue had been fixed well in advance; the turnout was very good. Lots of bonhomie and laughter was in prospect. I was really looking forward to it.

I arrived at the restaurant in the busy city centre, having taken the bus in case I had a few too many sherbets over lunch. With a spring in my step, as befits a sprightly 18 year old, I joined the gang.

I realised I had the wrong place. It was full of old men!